Don’t model myself after Marilyn Monroe, but having imperfections & dying naked in bed clutching bottles of pills & champagne seems doable.
Pretty certain the only way I’d ever be involved in gardening is if someone murdered me & planted me in their garden.
You know what’s really great about being a narcissist? Me.
You can’t make blanket statements & expect people to take you seriously, but since I hate clowns I’m pretty sure everyone else does too.